I was thinking about miracles When you were fast asleep Of all the things we tried to find It's only love we keep And I don't ever want to wake you
If I had to live my life without you near me The days would all be empty The nights would seem so long With you I see forever oh so clearly I might have
(Graham Russell) Painted sands and makeshift hands Take us round and round Horizon clear will soon be near I'm walking on the ground I've been round
(Graham Russell) I feel just like your love tonight So who's to say I'm wrong I've got to say I feel just right It's never been so strong There seems
(Graham Russell) Who will love me now Who will love me now [Repeat] Well I tried to give up Walking the streets when I was with you Snug as a bug in
Sometimes when I just can't sleep And you're on my mind and I'm hurting deep At night, when the sun goes down And the lights turn on and you're not
loving you [Chorus:] Love and other bruises didn't have to choose us But it did and I'm alive and I'm trying to survive Love and other bruises makes
(Graham Russell) Love comes to everyone Some are weak, some strong I'm not strong today They've took her back Brought the curtain down What can I do
blue or grey But here I am standing outside looking into a cloudy day This must be the time for reflection, my direction is not quite clear, Now I feel the air
(Graham Russell) When you're out in front and your life is unsure What have you got goin' for you after every road you turn It's magic when you tell
true, then why man can't cry Swallow his pride if he needs his life Baby, though I was your air supply Air supply [x6] Baby, though I was your air supply
you [Chorus:] Love and other bruises didn't have to choose us But it did and I'm alive and I'm trying to survive Love and other bruises makes us all
sold up Tryin' to keep my block sold up Tryin' to keep my block sold up Tryin' to keep my block sold up You can find me on the other side of the border
I neva had it but I'm takin' the scene back Then each others branging rubber of weed Neva had it for, for a long, trust they need that Push your hand up in the air
same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us, we can't figure out if it?s lust Or it's love is what?s attracting us to each other They say
digits push me, fuckin' real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach Supply the
of smoke we rise Illuminating eyes and wise Teaching lost fools that Yeshua never dies I cry, try to cut off my air supply I'm a transport to space, let
dead read bitch ass nigga In the ground written across my tomb Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom Put me in the sun and cut my air supply